Newborn shift
Crevasse born high
Little hands guide the mountains
on which they stand
Little eyes wide to match the way we
glide on silly words
to love all pure and wrong
Fucked oblong
Rhetoric was spent on
faking love
The worst in
our parents to speak of
There’s no-one to right align
A wet nurse:
Much to confined to extend kisses
to the one with its face all wrong
Something’s wrong with her eyes
and something’s wrong with the way she holds your look
But mind your daughter
She can’t seem to walk along with the pace we’re mouthing order
Seems like her crawl’s in bad taste
Never hearing what you say
Never hearing what you say
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